Santiago calls Diaz over

“Rosa! Can you come over here? I need your help on a case!” Amy called across the room.

“Jesus, Amy, you don’t need to yell,” Rosa muttered, already rising.

She stood and walked toward Amy’s desk, hips swaying with that subtle, unconscious roll that always made Jake’s mouth go dry.

“Yo, can I sit on your desk?” Rosa asked Jake as she approached. “Amy’s is buried under case files.”

“Sure. Make yourself at home.”

Jake fought to keep his face neutral as Rosa closed the distance, then casually parked her ass a few inches from his face. Pure luck.

Rosa and Amy launched into the details of a robbery on 6th. Jake barely registered a word. His entire focus was locked on the perfect curve of Rosa’s ass. He knew from countless training sessions (don’t ask) that it was firm yet spongy, perfectly shaped, with a deep crack he could just make out from this angle.

His hand was already under the desk, furiously stroking his cock through his pants. He imagined what it would feel like to fuck that ass - tight, deep, gripping him like a fist. He bet Rosa would moan like a lioness in heat if someone ever managed to pop her anal cherry. The mental image of her growling his name while he buried himself inside her only made him stroke harder.

Rosa leaned forward to look at something on Amy’s desk, the movement pushing her ass even closer and higher. That’s when he saw it: a thin strip of pink fabric disappearing between her cheeks. A thong. Barely visible, but unmistakable.

That was it. Jake was right on the edge.

He was about to come.

But where the hell was he supposed to finish?​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​